Page 111 of Have To Be Mine

“Damn, woman,” he murmured. “That tongue is dangerous.”

“Wait until you see what my mouth can do.”

I took him into my mouth, just the tip at first before I slowly took him deeper and deeper. He groaned, his head falling back, and I swirled my tongue around his tip, tasting the saltiness of his skin.

I wrapped one hand around his shaft, the other resting on his thigh, feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch. I began to move, taking him deeper into my mouth with each bob of my head. He threaded his fingers through my hair, not guiding or pushing, just holding, connecting us even more.

I glanced up once and saw him holding that champagne glass tight enough to shatter. I went at him harder and faster. I could feel him throbbing against my tongue, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I looked up at him, seeing his chest heave, his eyes closed in pleasure. He took a shuddering breath, bringing his champagne glass to his lips once more, sipping while I continued to pleasure him. The sight of him enjoying himself so thoroughly sent a wave of heat between my legs.

I kept going until he tried to pull away. Not a chance. I was all about finishing what I started.

37

DASH

She was going to be the death of me.

I reached down and pulled her up by her arms, champagne glass finally abandoned on the windowsill. I’d been holding that thing so tight I was surprised it hadn’t snapped in my fist. My legs were still unsteady from what she’d just done to me, but I wasn’t done with her. Not even close.

“My turn,” I said against her mouth.

I walked her backward toward the bed, pulling her shirt up and over and tossing it over my shoulder. Then her pants. I stripped her naked and stepped back just long enough to look at her.

“God, you’re beautiful.” I wasn’t just saying the words. It was real. Honest. I had said those words plenty of times before but they never really meant anything.

I sat her down on the edge of the bed and dropped to my knees in front of her, pressing my palms flat against her inner thighs, spreading them apart. She made a soft sound and tried to pull me up toward her.

“Dash—”

“Let me.” I pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee. Then higher. Then higher still. I felt her thigh tremble beneath my lips. “I’ve got you.”

When I finally put my mouth on her, she let out a loud moan and fell back on to the mattress, her fingers twisting into my hair. I worked her slowly at first, reading every sharp intake of breath and every roll of her hips. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them forward, and she cried out, her thighs clamping around my head like she was trying to hold the world together.

“Dash!”

I didn’t let up. I kept the same rhythm, steady and relentless, until she was shaking against my mouth, her back bowing off the bed, her whole body trembling through it. I held her through every second of it, my hands firm on her hips, keeping her grounded.

When she finally went soft and boneless against the sheets I kissed my way up her stomach, her ribs, the curve of her breast. She was still catching her breath when I reached her mouth and kissed her.

“Still with me?” I murmured against her cheek.

“Barely,” she breathed.

I smiled against her skin. Then I reached over to the nightstand, grabbed a condom, and rolled it on. I settled between her thighs, bracing myself on my forearms so I could look at her face. I needed to see her.

I pushed inside her slowly, inch by inch, watching her eyes flutter shut and her lips part around a breathless sound. She was tight and perfect. I had to stop halfway just to breathe through the effort of not losing my mind entirely.

“Look at me,” I said quietly.

Her eyes opened and found mine. I pushed the rest of the way in.

She gasped, her nails scraping along my back. I held still for a moment, my forehead dropping to hers, both of us just breathing. Her legs wrapped around me, her heels pressing into the backs of my thighs pulling me closer and deeper, like she couldn’t get enough.

I started to move with long, slow strokes at first, savoring every inch of her around me. It was unbearably intimate. She moved with me, her body rising to meet each thrust, her hands sliding up my back and pulling me down harder. I buried my face in her neck and dragged my lips along her throat, feeling her pulse hammering against my tongue.

“More,” she whispered. Her nails raked down my spine. “Dash. More.”

I gave her more. I drove into her harder, the headboard connecting with the wall with a soft knock at first before it got louder and faster. She moaned and arched up into me, her back lifting off the mattress. I slid an arm under her, tilting her hips up and changing the angle. My name escaped her lips.